The Folded Poems

One day I decided to write a poem a day. I called it "The Folded Poems" because I pretended finding them under a chair written on the folded pieces of paper. The only criteria for the poems to be, was my own endorsement. I was the judge. If it "sounded" right, I kept it. Keeping with the pace, though, was not easy. Here I am posting them up to date. I am still writing, but not necessarily every day.

Saturday, November 11, 2017

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Words are small drops like raindrops on my head. They wet my hair and run down my cheeks like tears, except not mine. They are not mine, ...

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Where is my Cluelessness? It goes missing while Certainty escapes the bars While Ignorance leaves no trace behind While herds of proven t...

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I dream a dream I will forget A dream I won't remember A dream I want to dream A dream of self
Friday, November 10, 2017

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i live in fear of the unsaid words the words that i don't want to hear out of fear that they were never said i live in fear of the un...
Monday, April 24, 2017

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i am nobody bound to everybody under the oath of polygamous marriage taken in the full absence of conscious mind under the oath I wear mas...

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False harvest yields the dust. Old Cronus turns away from us. The Hollow Horse continues sprouting ribs. There is no better time to stumble...

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Chess pieces played in game of cards may feel misplaced but act like strong believers. Am I a part of it? I pick a random queen and smile i...
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